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Memory Lane essay

Austin Rice

19 November 2012

Libby Harmon

English 10

Memory Lane

Well, this road is a long one but I’ll get through it. This road symbolizes change through learning and experience. I have had good and bad times on this road. This Road is to my second home, every Tuesday and every other weekend I take this road. It’s not far from where we are now but unfortunately it’s mandatory that I go. Everyone questions where I am and even if I tell them that leads to more questions. This is Torture away from home but still I put up with it. This road symbolizes growth.

My brother and I were riding to my mom’s house in mid- July about seven p.m. to stay for our weekend. My brother was in the backseat of my ’99 white Chevy just rolling down Airport Road. I turn down the radio in fear that it’ll cause a distraction between me and the road. I look in my rear-view and nobody in sight but ahead I see a faint, ghostly light. I was more of a cautious driver that didn’t handle jagged roads like this. I turned 16 in August and it was July, questionable decision on my part. You could hear the faint roar of ac/dc blasting out of his headphones. I rounded the corner in good faith the opposing driver was paying attention. Well he wasn’t, the driver of that Impala almost struck the side of my truck as he rounded the corner at a defying speed. Missing me by possible inches! I swerved at first then realized it had passed me. I almost was hit, I was broken up, and my brother was now in the floorboard he cautiously got up. I muttered a couple calming curse words and have my hand clasped to my chest. My brother asked what happened and blames me for his getting up struggles but he didn’t see that car.

About late-august I was driving to my second home for the weekend. My brother forgot his laptop and Xbox, if I would have cared a little less this accident wouldn’t have had happened. Alas, he was my younger brother that was spoiled and was treated like a prince. I pictured a depiction of him in a toga with my elders, and relatives lining up one by one to give him a gift as I fed the prince grapes. I was headed down my road the trees just billowing with leaves. I was driving recklessly sharp turns, and such. I saw a cop pull in behind me I did the old,” let me just slow down slowly,” it didn’t work. I got pulled over for speeding and turning the wheel to the beat of my favorite song, as the young officer stated sarcastically. He did the usual drunk driver test with me failing at the ABC’s backwards but I walked straighter than a gimpy rabbit. He said I passed and with flying colors. I was so proud of myself, first drunk driver test passed. I got a warning for being young and reckless.

It was super early in September I was headed down Airport road absolutely flying. I turned down that old road and noticed a young girl, sixteen or seventeen. She was pulled off to the side with her car hood popped. I was enthusiastic to help, cause of me being the young gentleman I was. I had a toolbox in the back of my Chevy with tools for this given situation, sort of; I wasn’t so set on the idea of keeping a toolbox in case any girls were stranded of to the side of the road. She waved her hand at me to signal she was stranded and needed help. I politely pulled off to the side and helped the young girl. We talked while I replaced her misfiring sparkplug. She was a junior, 17, and went to Marion high school as well as I. I took her to her dad’s work for the fact that he didn’t answer his phone. She thanked me and bestowed a kiss on my cheek and her number.

I was blood-thirsty driving blindly down the road. I was angered at the fact that my great-grandmother passed on. She was my grand mommy Iris, she taught me how to do everything; cards, cook, and my ABC’s. I was too blinded by the rage to drive safely; I pulled off to the side of the road to give myself a moment to calm down. I climbed into my truck bed to lay there it made it worse instead of being mad I became so in my feelings I became upset and felt melancholy. This was no time to be alone; I hastily called the only person in the world who knew me for who I was. I called her and in close to fifteen minutes she was with me in the truck. The A/C was as if it was a leaf blower. We talked and finally I got to what I had been dying to say to her, she was the one that I wanted my parents to like, she was the one I wanted me and my relatives to argue about. She was to good for what I was now. It was as if she was what my whole life was centered around. I felt as if she was the sun and I was little mercury just doing what I did. I know this does not make sense what so ever. That’s why it’s called love and there’s no scientific name or theory for love. It simply defies all anyone has seen. I asked her to be mine, in my exact words I said.” I know this is all of a sudden but would you, like to go out with, a guy like me.”

She replied,” I’d love to.”

She and I are still together now it’s been 3 months, 2 weeks, 4 days, 2 hours, 45 minutes and 12… 23 seconds, According to her anyhow. I’m happy and she is still beautiful I still go on that old, jagged road in fact for a little surprise I’m taking her on it for a picnic next week. Sounds like a good plan right? Well this has been Austin and I’m Outty.

Chronicles Of A Young Reader.

          I guess I learned to read and write from school. It started with the babbling and rambling of a baby. I tried to make out words on clothes' tag and the gray newspaper with black letters, captions of photos, dates, and numbers. Kindergarten sparked no interest in my fellow class mates. For me it was a whole new world. From the Action of the Avenger's Comics to the Horrifying Zombies I was Hooked!
          So School taught you how to pronounce and write letters but we all didn't know when, where, or why we were there! Our parents said we were there to learn and such, but guess what we could talk in Kindergarten and maybe a little in Pre-K. We learned to pronounce and to make words, school wasn't all i thought it was gonna be i got sick and tired going to school and taught myself how to read with my mother's help who was a Math Teacher at The Middle School. I taught myself my sounds such as A sounds like Ahh and B sounds like Buhh. I was Top of my class till grade school cause everyone knew what they were doing now, how disappointing.
          In grade school I was a bit of a slacker due to my reading habits, i had AR which was Accelerated Reading and we took test over the Books to see how well we read them and we had averages and point totals, and get this the goal was to reach our goals which was fifteen to how ever many points we wanted to try to get before the nine weeks was over. Mine was always around thirty but I always seemed to get more around 50-75! All about that competition! In Third Grade I was Named Top Reader With 735 Points in one school year. I was Phenomenal, I read everything in fact in my next school years I would go to the school library and have nothing to read due to the fact I read it all! Harry Potter-Chronicles of Narnia all gone, i had nothing else to read I even read the poor Star Wars books that no one ever read cause they saw the movies!
           Alas, I went to all different Libraries, like Wolf Folk by the Elementary School. Even the West Memphis Public Library and started reading books for older people such as Junot Díaz, and Nicholson Baker. All my books I read had gone and taken my innocence and transformed me into a full-blown reader, in my seventh year of school I explained to my teacher that I could no longer do AR cause i read it all, He then introduced me to the other section of the library, a world filled with well, normal stuff, Nonfiction. Yes! no more Vampires and Zombies. No more tales that only a kid could imagine. I was in
the adult world with Worldy issues, people's own personal problems, like Titanic but without the Ship!
         These books sparked no interest it ruined all of my worldly ideas such as commensalism, and dictators! I never liked these books. These books made my Perfect World alot less perfect. I tried to accept that fact. But alas i couldnt.
        

Lincoln's Tone

Lincoln created a tone of righteous indigence in his second inaugural address. In Paragraph three Lincoln shows that "one eighth of the population were colored slaves." The North (Union) wasn't happy that The South (Confederacy) had slaves to work their cheap labor crops. Lincoln's Tone of voice must have been strong and unhappy due to the fact of his choice of words. Lincoln used words like fervently, triumph, Almighty, strengthen, malice, and perpetuate. These Words express how Lincoln feels and how strongly an abolitionist he truly is. In this, The Civil War was truly over nothing but a disagreement and Lincoln"s tone in this address was just a strong felt tone such as righteous indignation.

I Am Poem

I Am Poem.

I am an Adventurer and Curious .
I wonder If I will ever find whats more than the eye can see.
I hear sounds of a new world.
I see Beautiful Mountains in this world.
I want to find this magical place.
I am an Adventurer and Curious.
I pretend I have wings to Fly There and here.
I feel a new wind of this new world.
I touch these new textures and see that it is unreal.
I worry others will find my world.
I cry for everyone who wont see My World.
I am an Adventurer and Curious.
I understand this is my secret.
I say that this is more than Me.
I dream that t is Real.
I try to remember this Place once again.
I hope I never wake up from this Dream.
I am an Adventurer and Curious.